My heart swells sometimes in solitude
And I take to the air outside my room
Stretch my fingers, let my life energy course to the tips
As I beckon the wind

It takes
but a moment
As I wrap my head around the clouds
Blanket my mind over the atmosphere
I must pull its whole, for the breeze to appear

But it always heeds to my beck and call
Always cools and soothes my aching, raging head
Which sets aflame in rife emotion

Sometimes I think it cruel to cast them out
These emotions
I know not where they go, when I'm through with them

But I know the wind loves me
As it loves all those unwanted things
Cruelly cast upon the breeze